Chapter 2004: Slowly like you 253

Chapter 2004 slowly likes you 253
Mo Zhifei hugged him very tightly, and arched in his arms like a little milk dog. He was unable to hold back and walked back a few steps, but he knew that he was still holding it. He does not let go.
"Young master?" The heart frowned and awkwardly, and Mo Zhifei seemed to be unhappy because he touched his head. He rubbed his head and said, "No touch."
"Just hold me holding me?" I feel that I don't know how to be awkward.
But the drunken person can make no sense whatsoever, anyway, he has to follow his heart, or he will blow the hair to his heart.
He couldn’t do it hard, but he had to come soft. His rare attitude eased. He reached out and patted his back and said, "Master, you are standing, will I send you back?"
"What do you call me?"
"Young master?"
"More than two."
He glanced at him with a glance, patiently exhausted his hands, and let go of his own thoughts, but he knew that he had already had a good idea of ​​the car. Although he released his hand, he still grasped his heart and made him unable to Leave him behind.
"Forget it, spare you." Mo Zhifei had a lot of tone, and he passed his hearty shoulder and looked down at his face.
There is no expression on the face: "... Are you a dog?"
"You are stunned." Mo knows not pinching his neck.
The back of the heart was so sensitive that it was so bad that it was pinched and instantly tightened. It was obvious that he had not drunk, but his ears gradually became red.
Mo Zhifei found this, and when he saw him honestly, he couldn’t help but touched the heart of his neck. He stopped his footsteps, his face was redder, and even his cold eyes were stained. Divided into the tidal gas, he looked up and glanced at it: "Don't touch the chicken!"
However, the drunkenness of Mo Zhifei seems to expose all the inner bad, and the more unsatisfactory the heart, the more he wants to get him, even... he knows the sensitivity of the neck and the warmth of the neck. On the collar of the back neck, I saw the red face of the heart and did not move. I pushed him to the cold wall at once, and I knew that I would not bow down, and I would sniff around in front of me, slowly approaching. Hearty face.
At the same time, he stretched his hand from the back of his neck with his hand on the collar of the heart, and his fingertip touched the back neck of the heart. I don’t know very clearly that the skin of the heart was slightly trembled. The body of the heart stretched very tightly and tightly, but the eyes of the black Wuwu were utterly stunned, and even faintly smothered, it seemed that it was really held down by people.
But Mo Zhifei did not care about the signal in his eyes, but turned his face more and more badly, and slowly breathed through his sensitive neck with the burning breath of alcohol, and the skin of his heart quickly became shallow. Red.
Mo knows not to stare at the skin on his neck for a while, his fingertips move slightly, and he can't help but touch it twice.
Then, he heard a short gasp in his ear.
It’s quite bad to know that he’s not in the heart. He seems to be very excited to see that his heart is out of control. For him, it seems to be an unprecedented desire to conquer.
He gently stroked the back of the heart, he clearly felt the trepidation of his heart, and even his own heart beat very fast, Mo Zhifei did not seem to have felt under such a quiet night, the heart It was boiling and boiling, and it was like a huge wave.
(End of this chapter)